Art thou the thing I wanted?

Art thou the thing I wanted?
Begone — my Tooth has grown —
Supply the minor Palate
That has not starved so long —

I tell thee while I waited
The mystery of Food
Increased till I abjured it
And dine without Like God —

Emily Dickinson

Art you the thing I wanted?
Leave — my Tooth has grown —
Supply the child’s Mouth
That has not Hungry so long —

I tell you while I waited
The mystery of Food
Increased till I abandoned it
And dine without Like God —

A Wisdom Tooth

In the last line, Emily tells that God has no Wisdom Tooth, because God the omni intelligent never grows Wiser!